Janine tried, during that summer, to recreate
the atmosphere of the first months of our marriage twelve years
before.
The three children in the garden were a delight to watch. Michelle
rode around the lawns on her bicycle, the little ones, whom their
mother called Topi and Little Man, played with the flowers, the
rabbits and the chickens. Janine, who loved them tenderly, was
with them a great deal at this time, but she showed a surprising,
foreboding sadness. Despite her youth, she talked constantly about
death. One evening at La Soussaye she had a great open fire lighted
in the library and burned many of our letters. This distressed
me.
`But why, Janinea . . . '
`I don't know. .. I don't want to leave anything behind me. ...'
`Why do you say behind yow ... You'll be here for another thirty
or forty years.'
`You mustn't believe that,' she said, with a look that was filled
with terror.
In October Charlie Du Bos resumed his lectures. He spent a long
time discussing Browning who was one of his heroes. Janine, ill
and in bed most of the time, seldom attended the lectures. Toward
Christmas time she summoned up enough strength to prepare gifts
and a tree. She was so fond of festivities and presents. As a gift
for me she had had sent from London, in greatest secrecy, the sixty
volumes of the Dictionary of National Biography, the absence of
which from our library she had heard me deplore. I can still see
her joy the day she led me to the shelves on which she had placed
`the surprise'. I also see her face, thin but ravishing, as it
looked through the glass door of the dining-room at the time when
the children were having their meals.
At the end of December the doctors ordered her to spend some weeks
in the south. She begged me to accompany her:
`Make the most of me ... You won't have me here long to make you
unhappy....'
She had adopted her `light luggage' tone which I was never able
to resist. Although it was not vacItion time, and despite the complaints
of my partners, I abandoned the mill at its busiest season and
went to live with my wife and the children in La Napoule near Cannes.
Janine had a group of English and American friends there: the Henry
Clewses and Winifred Mackenzie whom we both loved. We hardly went
anywhere

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`Why do you say behind yow ... You'll be here for another thirty
or forty years.'
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